The god of war's face changed slightly, and the tip of his right finger touched lightly, secretly casting a spell.

In an instant, the body of the God of Illusory Music leaned forward, and when he was about to fall, the God of War reached out and pulled it, and the blinding method was then placed on the eyes of the God of Illusion Music.

"Yichen~"

The god of phantom music was pulled by the god of war like this, and he completely lost the tone of the teacher asking for guilt, his expression was shy, and he said softly: "Thank you God of War." ”

"You're welcome. ”

The god of war looked at the phantom god with a blank expression.

Seeing the cold face of the god of war, the god of illusion put away the appearance of a nymphomaniac, and asked:

"By the way, God of War, why is there a person named Ling Xiaoliu who is so similar..."

The Phantom Joy God squinted at it, but when the words came to his lips, he took them back.

The person who stood up, with a square face and a collapsed nose~ Why is it not like that Ling Su 30,000 years ago?

The god of phantom music rubbed his eyes, and looked at it again, it still didn't look like it!

"You're Ling Xiaoliu?"

"Yes. ”

Previously, he was "You, come out!" and with a loud voice, Ling Xiaoliu stood up. Ling Xiaoliu didn't know why the God of Phantom Music called her out, and she didn't think too much about it.

"No, you're not Ling Xiaoliu! Who are you? Say, where has Ling Xiaoliu gone?"

The god of phantom music frowned.

"I'm Ling Xiaoliu?"

Ling Xiaoliu was a little inexplicable, what kind of madness is this phantom god playing? I don't know what kind of bad luck I have recruited today.

"Phantom Joy God, he is indeed our little junior brother Ling Xiaoliu. Haven't you seen it in Kunlun Mountain before?"

Qiu He (Senior Brother) stood up and said respectfully to the God of Illusion.

"Nonsense! The Ling Xiaoliu I saw is definitely not like this!"

The phantom god is in a hurry to get angry.

"Phantom Le, are you tired, if there is nothing to do here, you should go back and rest early!"

The god of war said indifferently.

"Yichen, I'm not tired, when did you receive this Ling Xiaoliu, where did you come from, who are your parents?"

"When do I need to explain it to you?"

There was some anger in the words of the god of war.

The god of phantom music did not dare to make a time, so he had to round the field:

"Yichen, I'm just reminding you that this person is quite eccentric, you must be careful. ”

"Got it, I'll take the disciples of Kunlun Mountain back first, and I'll leave it to you here. ”

After finishing speaking, the god of war flew towards Kunlun Mountain with a group of disciples.

The two hands of the god of fantasy are clenched tightly~

"God of Phantom Music, let's go back to Heaven to restore our lives..."

"Get out!"

Kunlun Mountain.

Ling Xiaoliu basked in the sun while brushing the fur of the red fox.

"You're so comfortable, make me a scarf!"

"Make a scarf?"

When the red fox heard this, he was so frightened that a spirit ran away.

"Ling Xiaoliu, you are so ruthless. ”

"Haha, if you don't want to make a scarf, you can make a dress. ”

"No, I don't want to be a hairless fox!"

The red fox arrogantly turned his head away, and ignored Ling Xiaoliu angrily.

"Alright, haha, teasing you, come here. ”

"Oh!"

The red fox stupidly ran back to Ling Xiaoliu and lay down, still letting Ling Xiaoliu brush its hair.

"Red fox, why didn't Master let me out of Kunlun Mountain?"

"The god of war must be for your good. ”

The red fox didn't dare to speak ill of the god of war in Kunlun Mountain.

Ling Xiaoliu suddenly sighed, "Red Fox, yesterday the Illusion Joy God over there in the Nine Heavens came to provoke Master again, but she actually made fun of me, am I so good to bully?"

"Hmm. ”

The red fox was sleeping comfortably, and when he heard what Ling Xiaoliu said, he let out a casual "um".

"Huh?"

Ling Xiaoliu looked down at the lazy red fox and had to give up, but there was a sour feeling in his heart for no reason, who is he? Why do they all have a home back for senior brothers, but only he doesn't~

"Little junior brother, it's time to eat!"

"Hey, it's coming!"

Ling Xiaoliu wiped the corners of his eyes and stood up.

A figure in the corner disappeared without a trace in an instant...